It was a time when we were drowning in diapers, mounds of laundry and three small children.
My husband PJ was working in a busy executive position and traveled frequently while I managed the bills, the house and the kids. We were happy and all healthy but it was the laundry that was slowly killing us.
Piles got bigger and the inefficiency of carrying dirty laundry downstairs only to have to carry it back up again when it was clean was driving me mad.
Then came the day I heard magic words coming from my husband’s mouth. He said he would now be responsible for all of the folding.